Bozhidar Pangelov

***(An Endless Sorrow) - Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov

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I am passing by at dusk in a white shirt.I am looking sidelong in the boiled soilthe growth so wild of yellow flowers.I do not knowwhat Evil is(“Flowers of Evil” – how did you guess which ones they were? Oh, Baudelaire!) .I do not know, what Good is (in His name I swear) .And I am passing on again so distant, again in a white shirt…